Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 37

Lucas waited for his wife to sit before taking a seat opposite her; his expression stoic and unchanged the entire time. “She’s Yvonne’s friend,” Lucas told Weston as he sat down. “Don’t mind it too much.”

Stella frowned ever so slightly when she heard the word “stranger” coming from Weston’s mouth, but she still wouldn’t look at him. She sat down stiffly at the dining table, her ears ringing from the absurdity of the situation. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that Lucas’s guests were Weston Ford and Guinevere Cohen.

Weston had noticed her the second she appeared. Naturally, Guinevere did too. The moment she saw Stella, her body stiffened , sure that she’d just seen a ghost! Blood drained from her face, and she stared at the woman like a hawk. It was only when they were all seated that she realized she was covered in goosebumps.

That face… there could be no mistake. She would never forget that woman’s face! But how could Stella Sealey be here? Wasn’t she already dead?

Although Guinevere’s back was soaked in a cold sweat, she had been in the entertainment industry for many years, and she could take this much without losing control. Once she regained her senses, her first instinct was to check for Weston’s reactions. When she saw that his eyes had been glued on the woman the whole time, her fists tightened. She even clenched her teeth.

Could she still be… alive?

From then on, she’d lost all control. Her mind was now blank. All she could do was stare vacantly at Stella.

unnoticed by Yvonne. She could sense that something weird was happening but was utterly

Stella, looking at both Guinevere and

utterly nonchalant, but under the table, her fingernails dug into

regained her senses and forced herself to look away from Stella at that moment. Then

she?” Guinevere demanded tersely as she glared at

was taken aback by Guinevere’s strange behavior that she instinctively backed away. Lucas noticed this and frowned frustratedly. He put himself between his wife and Guinevere, shielding her

said, “you can speak to me directly if there’s any problem. There’s no

Moore’s attending doctor, and Henry Moore was close

not deny that she found Guinevere’s behavior just now offensive. Still, Guinevere and Weston were her husband’s guests. Thus, wanting to cause no trouble as the host, she let the matter

dance teacher

name left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she gradually calmed

who looked like her? But they didn’t just look

the man beside her. To her surprise, Weston was completely calm and indifferent. He didn’t seem to care